Friendship

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave himabag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he musthammer a nail into the back of the fence.The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over thenextfew weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nailshammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easiertohold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally thedaycame when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy nowpullout one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his fatherthatall the nails were gone.The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. Hesaid,'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. Thefence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, theyleave ascar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw itout.But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound willstill be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.Remember that friends are very rare jewels indeed. They make you smileandencourage you to succeed; They lend an ear, they share words of praiseandthey always want to open their hearts to us.